I had a variety of minds about me and all of them unsettled.
Bad people...are in conflict with themselves; they desire one thing and will another, like the incontinent who choose harmful pleasures instead of what they themselves believe to be good.
When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
After all, conflict arises, does it not, through the desire to be something, to be other than what is.
There are always two forces warring against each other within us.
Decision making can sometimes seem like inner civil war.
All seemed well pleased, all seemed, but were not all.
I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren't the same thing.
I even think that, sentimentally, I am disposed to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune.
Our moods do not believe in each other.
Our quarrel with the world is an echo of the endless quarrel proceeding within us.
